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Number: | FR0175 |
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Date written: | December 19, 2006 |
Date received: | December 19, 2006 |
Date published: | January 5, 2007 |
Date of sighting: | July 1980 |
Place of sighting: | France, south of Lubéron |
Original language of report: | French |
Reported using: | |
Unreleased information: | Name, firstname, email address |
Investigation, additional information: | None |
Explanation: | Not looked for |
Subject: what I saw one evening in 1980 Hello, Ive never spoke and stated what I saw with my father aat the time for we were afraid to be called crazy my father didnt want at all to talk.To me it remained in my head since. I ask you to remain anonimous for I do not want to go on television. I will never forget what I saw this evening of July 1980. As time goes by I dont remember anymore if it was a Saturday or a Sunday but it was approximately 9 p.m. (before daylight saving was implemented) At the time I lived in the south luberon in Provence. I remember by the windows, the tree which was a large limes, its leaves swirledas if a tornado were on our heads. Thrown into a panic we went outside to see, for I heard a very loud wistling sound, (like mosquitos but louder), it was very quiet outside and the weather was nice no wind at all. By the window on the north side I remember to have seen like a transparent red vertical cylinder of a thickness of 10mm, and a diameter of the size of a 200 liters barrel, this thing remained approximately a few seconds 10 approximately. a huge luminosity lit the road. On the moment I was not afraid. But after I felt all weird. We went outside and on the roof the house, behind a blinding gleam rose I could not see for it was very bright. A sort of ball like a shooting star flew away very fast in the sky while zigzaging. I remember it was complete silence, and the fear that evening. In the sky there were only stars. I did not dream, and it is on it was not a helicopter nor a plane, I wanted to tell it, I feels better now to have told you. That's it. Greetings. |